Day 203

He was walking like a marathon contestant. This old man didn’t seem to want to stop walking, but he looked sure that he wanted to go on. His gait had a limp to it that suggested that he had been walking routinely and extensively. His one arm was already outstretched to whoever was on the way – like a car racer slowing down just to get some grub. He got crackers from you.

You followed him. His skin was special. He has vitiligo, and white patches of his skin jutted out of his shoes as if they had scalded his skin from all the walking. You almost pitied him, but he didn’t need that. You both went on walking.